Teenagers Peter Kon Dut and Santino Majok Chuor share an extraordinary story. Born in Sudan in the midst of a civil war that's now raged for more than two decades, they saw their families taken by a fundamentalist Islamic government in the habit of butchering the Christian and Animist men who opposed it and enslaving the women. Young enough to escape their notice, Dut and Chuor made their way to refugee camps, along with 20,000 others like them. Collectively dubbed "The Lost Boys Of Sudan," beginning in 2001 they began coming to America with hopes of finding a better life and someday bringing change back to their homeland. Directed by Megan Mylan and Jon Shenk, Lost Boys Of Sudan follows Dut and Chuor from Africa to the U.S. and watches as they try to make their way. Armed with little more than rudimentary English, basketball skills picked up from an instruction book illustrated with crew-cut '50s teenagers, and seemingly indefatigable spirits, they touch down in the far-off land of "Haw-ston," Texas. Having initially heard that traveling to America was like going to heaven, they quickly experience the country's less-than-heavenly aspects. Expecting easy access to education, they learn that the funds of the government and Christian aid organizations only stretch so far. After Dut bolts, believing he'll have better luck in Kansas, their stories take divergent paths. Demanding an education, he enrolls in a local high school as a junior, working hard to balance the demands of education and survival while struggling to acclimate to his new surroundings. Unhappy at his friend's departure, Chuor tries simply to make ends meet by working an assembly-line job, a task made no easier by living in a suspect corner of Houston, having to support an ill housemate, and dealing with traffic offenses and other financial difficulties. The film offers a rare and fascinating firsthand look at two sides of the modern immigrant experience. Dut works hard and finds success, while Chuor works hard and finds more hard work, but both run into identity crises. They lean on their Christian faith, but Dut seldom looks as out-of-place as he does sitting in the suburban homes of his fellow youth-group members. No one looks relaxed outside of the occasional Lost Boys reunions: There, everyone seems to forget, at least for a little while, that their dreams of returning to a peaceful Sudan or making it in America will be fulfilled years in the future, if at all.